Leaning on the railing Jiangyue

Cheng Qiao looked around at the gate of the palace for a long time, and finally saw Zhao and Xu walking back slowly. He hurried up to meet him, but before he could speak, a lantern was forced by Xu Fengjin. cheated and asked him, "What are you doing?"

Xu Fengjin smiled sincerely: "Brother Cheng Qiao has worked hard today, this lamp is for you."

Cheng Qiao asked nervously, "Why send me?"

Xu Fengjin said: "I will send you off as soon as I send you off, why?" Then he said to Zhao Yu briskly: "Then, I went back to the inner house?"

Zhao Yu said: "Go back, rest early."

Xu Fengjin nodded repeatedly with his hands behind his back, and said, "You too."

After saying this, the two looked at each other for a while, Cheng Qiao stood aside and looked at Xu Fengjin, then at Zhao Yu, and finally fixed his gaze on the lantern, thinking: Why do you think these two are a little strange?

At dawn the next day, Xu Fengjin took Cen Ling to Xiao Shizi's residence. Xiao Di had been here for five or six days, and when it was time to go back, he stepped in the door, and saw the attendants who followed Xiao Di walking out, Xu Fengjin Asked: "Has the son got up?"

The entourage bowed their hands and saluted: "If you go back to the princess, the prince will wake up, but today he seems to have something on his mind, and he was frowning early in the morning."

Xu Fengjin raised his eyes: "Sad brows? Could it be that you want to leave and miss me?"

"This subordinate doesn't know." The attendant couldn't tell why, so Xu Fengjin had to go and see for himself. As soon as he stepped into the flower hall, he saw Xiao Di sitting at the table sullenly, with an overturned tea bowl rolling on the ground. He saw someone go in He was so frightened that he stammered, "You, why are you here?"

Xu Fengjin raised his eyebrows, sat beside him, and bought himself a cup of tea: "I heard that your son has something on his mind?"

Xiao Di frowned, his mouth moved slightly before he could speak: "It's all right."

Xu Fengjin didn't believe it: "Is it really all right?"

Xiao Di said: "It's okay, what is the princess doing here today?"

Xu Fengjin smiled and said: "Of course I thank you, thank you for helping me light the lamp last night." Then he said: "Although the son has not been here for a long time, we have hit it off right away, I wonder if the son will honor me and make me a bosom friend? "

Xiao Di blinked: "Friend? How can I be friends with you."

Xu Fengjin asked: "Why not? Could it be that the crown prince thinks that I am humble and hates me like the world?"

"That's not true. You are proud of your own life. It doesn't matter whether anyone dislikes you or not, but I..." Xiao Di pursed her lips, stopped and turned her head aside: "I...I don't want to wait Seeing you, you stole Brother Yu, so I won't be your bosom friend."

Until noon, Xu Fengjin did not appear in the outer house as usual. Zhao Yu sat at the window and flipped through books. Cheng Qiao took a feather duster to tidy up the desk and looked out of the courtyard from time to time. Zhao Yu glanced at him and said, "If you If you want to go back to your hometown, you can tell me directly, and you don’t need to beat around the bush with book ashes on my face.”

Cheng Qiao shook her hands, and said hurriedly, "No, I didn't want to go back to my hometown, it's because the slave is in a daze."

Zhao Yu said: "Tell me, what are you thinking about?"

Cheng Qiao put down the duster and walked to Zhao Yu's side, and said carefully, "It's the servant who heard that Xu Fengjin went to look for Mr. Xiao today and was kicked out. The servant wondered if he hasn't come yet. Put it in your heart, don't feel rejected anymore, and get into a dead end."

Zhao Yu turned the pages of the book: "Didn't you always look down on him?"

Cheng Qiao struggled and said, "Well, that's different. No matter how bad he is, he is still the princess of Prince Yu's mansion. Xiao Shizi is just an outsider, so he dares to blow the princess out? You said that Xu Fengjin usually comes here so diligently that he can't catch up Let's go, I don't know how uncomfortable it is today, so I didn't come to join in."

Seeing his worried and disgusted expression, Zhao Yu suddenly asked, "What kind of dessert did the kitchen make today?"

Cheng Qiao said "ah", thought for a while and said, "It's Furong Cake."

The hibiscus cake is white and white, soft and soft. There are seven or eight pieces piled up on the jade plate, and they are arranged layer by layer to form a pointed pagoda. A few pieces of crushed lotus leaves are sprinkled on the top of the pagoda as a lining. The taste is sweet and slightly bitter. Sweet but not greasy.

Cheng Qiao couldn't understand why Zhao Yu asked him to put this snack in the inner room. Could it be that the master's taste has changed?Still want to try something new?But it shouldn't be... I couldn't figure it out so I put my things down and went out. Today, Zhao Yu and Shao Shan had an appointment to have tea in Yingxianlou, and they had to prepare the carriages and horses.

After saying goodbye to Yu Fengyu Pavilion, Zhao Yu and his friends didn't get together for a month, and Chen Ziheng lost a lot of weight. When he saw Zhao Yu enter the door, he got up and saluted, and thanked him politely. Zhao Yu motioned him to sit down, and said with a smile: "Zi Heng is being polite to me, but I'm just doing a little favor, don't worry about it."

Chen Ziheng said: "I was obsessed with ghosts, and I made a big mistake as soon as I joined the job."

Today there was no one else around, so I ordered the good Huashan Yunwu on the pot. It was a peace. Shaoshan personally poured tea for several people, toasted each other a few cups, and let go of the past. The table was still talking about useless things. Brother Bird, the real and fake calligraphy and paintings on the antique street.

Fu Yuan is the son of the servant of the Ministry of Rites. He said: "I saw a picture of "Musical Drum and Hairpin Flowers" last time. It depicts a fairy who is so beautiful and glamorous. She is dressed in light colors and thick ink, with willow eyebrows and phoenix eyes. Shenghui, Shengsheng is so beautiful that I am stunned, but the paper is yellowed, as if it has not been carefully mounted, and there are many mildew spots on the surface, I am afraid it will not be easy to repair after buying it."

Xie Shan hurriedly asked, "Is it really as beautiful as you said?"

Fu Yuan said: "I can still lie to you, it's really beautiful, but judging by the age of the painting, it must be hundreds of years old, it is estimated to be an object from the previous dynasty, if it wasn't too badly destroyed, and the musty smell is strong, I would take it away and read it every day she."

Xie Shan was dissatisfied and said: "Confiscated, what are you kidding, you say it so vividly, few of us can't see it, who knows if you are exaggerating."

Fu Yuan: "Hey, can I still lie to you? By the way, just by looking at her eyebrows and eyes, she still looks a bit like our Princess Yu. It would be even better if the princess was more beautiful."

Xi Shan said: "It's really that beautiful."

"nature."

"Then I'm not surprised. I'll go back to Qiye's mansion to see my sister-in-law."

Chen Ziheng was still in the mood to drink tea, but after hearing Xie Shan's words, his face drooped again, and he said sharply: "How does a young man compare with the person in the painting?"

Xi Shan said: "Why can't we compare, they are all beautiful, so why not take them out for comparison."

"Fu Yuan said that painting is like a fairy. If you compare a low-level person with a fairy, what do you think he is..."

"Ziheng." Before Chen Ziheng finished speaking, Zhao Yu put down the white jade cup in his hand and called him.

Chen Ziheng raised his eyes, and just met a pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling. At this moment, Zhao Yu couldn't tell the difference, but it still made Chen Ziheng's spine shudder: "...My lord."

Zhao Yudao: "Last time, the King of Fengyuting didn't just talk about it casually. I don't care what his background is. He is a singer and singer in the Goulan courtyard, or a juggler in the rivers and lakes. Since he is the Yu Wangfei today, he is the wife of the king. , I don’t want to say this a third time, if Ziheng really doesn’t want to make friends with me, if we meet again in the future, there is no need to come.”

Zhao Yu didn't get angry, and he didn't fight as much as last time. He sat upright in his seat, bright and clean, but every word was unquestionable.